yard
raze
there's
a
piece
of
earth
northwest
from
where
i
like
to
stand
that
holds
the
bodies
of
those
i've
loved
and
lost
and
been
lucky
or
unlucky
enough
to
lay
to
rest
.
whatever
might
be
left
of
them
now
lies
among
the
roots
and
shoots
and
rocks
and
dirt
.
four
friends
have
been
buried
here
.
i
know
there
are
bound
to
be
more
.
it's
only
one
small
corner
of
the
cage
i
call
mine
,
but
this
is
where
my
eyes
seem
to
want
to
take
me
lately
.
as
if
staring
at
the
soil
that's
ensnared
my
dead
friends
might
make
them
live
again
.
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